|A Lesson in Entropy
||[Jul. 7th, 2016|11:58 am]
What are your earliest memories? Mine is the first day of kindergarten. My mother was so proud that her first born was all ready to walk out the door on his own to school. You know, one less crying kid in the house down.. 3 to go. The night before, she made me a brown paper bag lunch, sandwich (don’t exactly recall what it was) and PUDDING for desert. She put the pudding in an empty baby food jar, put the filled jar in the brown paper bag and placed it in the fridge overnight. I recall being so thrilled to be allowed to walk out the door on my own, unsupervised. I was going on an adventure through the Shire (FYI, Marin, County, California in 1969 was the Shire.. trust me) Thankfully, this adventure into the unknown was just my step towards independence and education.
Sure, nap time and graham crackers are all I can recall about kindergarten, but hey, I was on my first steps.
Each step towards school was a bit of a chore, because I was so thrilled (i.e. easily distracted by the FREEDOM I was given, I had to remind myself to get to school.) - Humming and singing (probably Disney songs…probably very loudly) along the way.
Suddenly (you saw this interruption in the cosmic flow, didn’t you?) I hear a “kersplunk” (yes, “Kersplunk”) Stopped dead in my tracks to see a horrific site a 6 year old can witness; entropy in action. The glass jar had been in the refrigerator overnight.. the walk outside had collected condensation outside the jar. The brown paper bag offers no real support for that much entropy… Kersplunk goes the pudding.
What else could I do? Surely I could not attend such a momentous day without desert, could I?
Instead of crying about it, I resolved to fix the problem by marching right back home.. even though I was just one block away from school.
Meanwhile, the school had instantly called my mother asking why I wasn’t there.
I’m sure this drove my mother insane. When I came through the front door (guessing here) about five minutes after she got the call from school, she was A) Relived and B) frustrated. I just held up my to show my mother the empty and broken brown paper bag.
Mom had to pack up me, and my three sisters in the car, drove me to school, with another lunch. (no pudding though) Where I probably arrived just in time for graham crackers, milk and nap time.
Later that afternoon, mom bought me a tin “Peanuts” lunchbox.
TAKE THAT, ENTROPY!